Brutal Boxing Day 2023

Brutal Boxing Day 2023, everyone! 

 

Boxing Day Painting

I celebrated Boxing Day by painting miniatures and watching movies from about 8-3. Here are four Hero Forge miniatures I created a few months ago and painted just now. The character second from the right is Cane Bersk, a Dungeons & Dragons monk. The others have no names or backgrounds yet; they might wind up in other roleplaying campaigns. 

Boxing Day Cheese Tray

Boxing Day of Rest

On Boxing Day, I presume Santa goes down for the count. Visiting 4.5 billion children in a few hours can't be easy. 

Earl vs. Boxing Day

Of all holy days Boxing is the leet-est
The only holy day where you can't be defeatist
As Canadians we pummel the shadows of fe-ar
And we offer knuckle sandwiches as the only appe-teaser
Oh, Christmas is real fine but -

Hmmm? Sorry? It's not about the sport of boxing, but putting stuff in boxes?

But now my poem doesn't work. It's turned into free verse. And when Sylvia sees it she'll scream "My brain hurts!"

Sylvia Meets the King

While Sylvia and I visited downtown Las Vegas (Freemont Street, to be exact) on Boxing Day, we ran into Elvis himself, sadly reduced to posing for photos with tourists for tips. We were all shook up, uh-uh-huh.

Rime of the Addled Consumer

They call it Boxing Day, but in these conservative times perhaps the annual festival of consumerism should be renamed Ultimate Fighting Day. Oh, we're all polite enough, crammed together in malls air-conditioned to the freezing point, bumping and jostling with strained smiles that don't touch the eyes, but how we all wish we had the stores to ourselves.

Hours later we escape, bags laden with half-price treasures that we'll cherish for a year or two or five if we've made a particularly good choice. We collapse exhausted by the binge, bloated with luxury, sated for another year. But the cravings will return, dooming us all.
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